Muse Hymn Box
Well Muse Me - and Anita Marie Moscoso
I’ve been following posts in our group about our Muses.
This is mine.
I can’t explain why which is sad considering I’m supposed to be a writer and words are supposed to be my friends.
My poor Muse.
I pick on him, make fun of him and when I can’t write I blame my woes on him and then I go to McDonalds and blame every single french fry I devour with joyless gusto on him too.
I am pretty sure that the real idea of a muse is that they are supposed to inspire you to create.
I don’t think they’re supposed to be like those toy voodoo dolls that sit on top of your computer monitor and you can stick pins into for fun.
In my own defense I would like it noted that though I may have considered pins at times I never considered using staples.
No matter what he says.
I am bound and determined to figure out how this Muse / Artist relationship
is really supposed to work.
I figure its only a matter of time until I do
because if I don’t figure it out
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Heather Blakey asserts the right to be identified as the author of this work